Headed over to Talquin this morning bright and early and met up with a cousin. Glad he tagged along because we sure did need an extra hand.
Fished the same area as last week, but a little further in the mouth of the creek that we were fishing. Most fish came out of 15 feet of water and were holding at about 8ft. I can't tell you how many times we had triples and doubles on before that sun really started beating down.
The osprey's where in full force this morning. You'd think after I had one bad encounter with those stupid things that I'd learn my lesson, but I guess not. I was reeling one in and noticed that the osprey had locked into his target so I gave the fish a lot of slack, but I guess you could say he was a bit suicidal. He just sat there on top of the water instead of swimming down. The osprey grabbed the fish and flew into another line. I yanked on the fish and it fell into the water while I was still hooked up; however, the osprey was hooked by one of our other 7 poles out at the time. The osprey flew a little ways and then fell into the water. We reeled it about 20 feet from the boat so that we could cut the line, but he made a run for it. The jig popped out and shot like a bb towards us. At the end of all that we still put a fish in the box!
We fished until lunch because unfortunately I had to go to work. If I wouldn't have had to work then we would have got our limit no doubt! We got back to ramp and gave the cousin the fish and got a final count. Ended up with 38 keeper slabs from just that morning. Most of the fish were 13+ inches.
I forgot to charge the GoPro the night before so unfortunately I didn't get any of this incredible action on camera. Sorry folks. I'm as heart broken as you are LOL.
